I'm a seventeen-year-old girl from New England with the best heritage in existence (Irish all the way) and too many "thoughts tending to ambition" to get anything done. I've been called a genius, a bitch, a natural-born writer, a selfish brat, a brilliant chemist, a musician, a goody-two-shoes, a video game god, a native of Spain (I'm not), a prude, a passive nymphomaniac, a total virgin, and a nice piece of ass with perfect hair. For all I know, it's a load of tripe.

My taste in music is quite diverse- old rock, classical, alternative, celtic, jazz-- virtually the works. (I'm very indecisive about most things...) My favorite group of all time is Queen, and yes, Freddie Mercury is my hero. We share the same birthday (nearly), and a love for little boxes. *giggles* (And the "I Want to Break Free" video absolutely makes me swoon; oh, the things I would have let Roger Taylor do to me in that outfit...). This is followed by Yes and Jethro Tull, but some additional thought given to the topic would probably add more to the list.

Somehow I manage to adore Japanese entertainment without leaking into nerdiness-- either that or-- I don't know. I read CLAMP with a passion and lately have been dying to get into that spellbinding gothic scene of manga, but I haven't gotten around to it. I prefer manga to anime because I'm a sucker for art. For that same reason, I play video games more for the beauty than anything else. I'm also supposed to be good at languages, but it would have been nice to be exposed a bit earlier in life. I've been raised too vulgarly, so now I have to make up for it. ...I'm done.

"This kind of battle was invented by Lewis Carroll and Jules Verne and whoever wrote Undine, and country deacons bowling and marraines in Marseilles and girls seduced in the back lanes of Wurtemburg and Westphalia. Why, this was a love battle-- there was a century of middle class love spent here. This was the last love battle. ... All my beautiful lovely safe world blew itself up here with a great gust of of high explosive love." -Tender Is the Night (F. Scott Fitzgerald).

. . . Already with thee! tender is the night,And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays;But here there is no light,Save what from heaven is with the breezes blownThrough verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.

...Forlorn! the very word is like a bellTo toll me back from thee to my sole self!Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so wellAs she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf.Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fadesPast the near meadows, over the still stream,Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deepIn the next valley-glades:Was it a vision, or a waking dream?Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep? -Ode to a Nightingale

"Don't let the victor belong to the spoils." -Anthony Patch, The Beautiful and Damned.

"I'll stay with you a little, my unforgettable delight, for as long as my arms and my hands and my lips remember you. I'll put my grief for you in a work that will endure and be worthy of you. I'll write your memory into an image of aching tenderness and sorrow. I'll stay here till this is done, then I too will go. This is how I will portray you, I'll trace your features on paper as the sea, after a fearful storm has churned it up, traces the form of the greatest, farthest-reaching wave on the sand. Seaweed, shells, cork, pebbles, the lightest, most imponderable things that it could lift from its bed, are cast up in a broken, sinuous line on the sand. This line endlessly stretching into the distance is the frontier of the highest tide. That was how life's storm cast you up on my shore, O my pride, that is how I'll portray you." -Doctor Yuri Andreievich Zhivago.

A bunch of ordinary people discover how the world actually works and relaizes that hope is the greatest treasure of all. (if you know Greek mythology, you'll get the title, if not familiarize yourself with the myth of Pandora's Box).

This explores mercy and justice in Shakespeare's marvelous work, 'The Merchant of Venice,' with ample Aquinas to please me. Could you take the time to read it, as I'm struggling with this? Heh, I already handed it in, but I would appreciate a read.

Does anyone wish to inform me as how one would go about uploading works with italics and single spacing? Every time I do it with html it comes out with disgustingly huge spaces. Hm, this is rather Xenogearsesque, but ...nevermind. You wouldn't understand.

The title is Mayan, the translation literally: "White Road Xibalbá," Xibalbá being the Mayan Underworld. If you've heard about the exquisite Mayan mural discovered in Guatemala a few years ago, knowledge released publicly recently, you'll get it..

I've been struggling w/ this piece for a week, randomly had some plot ideas, then I wrote this prologue. Rather perplexing. I suck at titles. Assistance, please. Nix is the goddess Night in Greek mythology. Hence the Latin word for nothing...I'm bored.

It's basically about a man ruefully rediscovering the love he left years ago working in a very shallow profession; it's true meaning lies beyond that; this idea is only the means of conveying what I mean. I was thinking for once. Titles?

In the case that one is not informed, Sakura means cherry blossom in Japanese. Sorry for the obvious remark; if one does not know this, the poem makes little sense. This is very different from my usual, but I am rather fond of it. ^^

I've given up on titles. I was just reminiscing about my best friend's beautiful stormy sea-glass eyes, and how I want to kill myself every time I look at them...it's my fault she looks at me...like...that...

meh, rating might change if write more...i just don't like putting it as G. genres are wrong too. as usual...basically what the title says. though if i add more to it, then..i don't know...i needed to write something and get my emotions out...

*hates genres* eh, can't figure them out at all. um. i wrote this in ten minutes after my brother woudn't stop screaming @ me about printers & i cut myself a tad too much and there's lots of pretty red...^^ this just came to my head. rhymes!

i don't know how to describe this one...cough as usual...cough how would you interpret it...? i just like how it sounds and couldn't get the idea out of my head...rainy themes...love rain...R&R please...